[sample]All around me are familiar facesWarn out places, warn out facesBright and early for the daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhere

[Doc Brown]Doc Brown, it’s a disgrace, this place is like a whore houseThe crooked systems the pimp that got us workin’ ’til me worn outStorm clouds so it’s dark when I wake upSame street, same run for the same busSame tramp with his change cupBut many pennies and tens and twenty’s ain’t gonna change his day upThis train sucks blood, you look familiarWhy do I know them tired eyes from somewhere in particularWait, nah it was yesterdayYou shoved me in the chest just to race to the top of the escalateSo all we rats comin’ back for moreHappy to carry the wait ’til our backs are soreTrapped in the system of capitalismThat got us thinkin that we have to take a shit job just to get a quick buckWhy not live the life that you want?When your dreams too big to fit in that Burger King uniformForgot what humanity showed usNow we walk around like robots ’til chords Lowkey - Mad World (promo Version) lyrics lyrics we go nutsWhat strangers, we all creative‘Til age six then we start hearin’ the same shitFrom police, parents, teachers, televisionTake them first steps towards a mental prisonThen at the end of ya life you like “what! ““I was doin’ time but I weren’t even behind bars”Know what blood, it’s a very very (mad world)

[Chorus: Doc Brown and Lowkey]Maintain feel the weight on my brain (mad world)It’s still the same my brains achin’ with pain (mad world)This ain’t life it just doesn’t feel right (mad world)My dreams ain’t nice, can’t sleep at night

[sample]Went to school and was very nervousNo one knew me, no one cord kord chord Lowkey - Mad World (promo Version) lyrics kunci gitar knew meHello teachers tell me what’s my lessonLooked right through me, looked right through me

[Lowkey]From the time I was a toddler, tiny and smallI grew into a little monster in primary schoolJust another name on the list at registrationThe teacher never listens so I lived in desperationBy Year 6, I was sick of educationNot to mention wantin’ attention but I’d sit in hesitationScared to ask teachers questionsCause I was quick to test their patienceSoon as I reached secondary, different heads were hatin’To teachers I was already dead and buried, a product of the street’s devistationAggy and fassies and fools and carryin’ toolsWhy, it’s a weak explanation but I was never happy in schoolSufferin’ from sleep deprivationTeachers new my type, they saw it in me, never used eyesightMost pretend they’re blind when the older youths and new guys fightGot sent around to the deputy headsWhen the fat kid that grassed went back to sit in classAnd dreamt about leavin’ all my enemies deadMany tears where eventually shedUp ’til now I didn’t know what my memories meantMany messed with me then, all the fights left my energy spentTeachers need to fix up, this message is for everyone bUt especially themIntelligent kids don’t grow unless they mentally fed in this (mad world)